Strolling along the shoreline, I can feel the cool breeze gently brushing against my face, carrying with it the faint, salty scent of the ocean. The rhythmic crashing of waves provides a soothing backdrop to my thoughts, each step sinking slightly into the damp sand. Seagulls call out overhead, their cries blending with the distant laughter of children playing by the water's edge. As the sun begins to set, the sky transforms into a canvas of pinks and oranges, reflecting off the surface of the sea and casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It's a peaceful, almost magical moment that reminds me why I love these city walks by the shore.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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